
Bisexual ā¼ Krul Tepes
ā¼Likes: Her children, gore, blood, animals, death, misfortune, games of chance,
blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, anything that ends in "berry", and screaming.
ā¼Dislikes: Alfonso, Xenos, birds, humans, silence, arrogance, and happiness aside
from the happiness of her children.
ā¼Quirks: Has a tendency to dote; rambles.
ā¼Theme Song: Waltz of Malice; Kikuo
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From a distance, Ludovica is a ball of sunshine. Always lively, always talking, and always pointing out the bright side of things. She tends to dote on those she loves--her children, really--and ask them too many questions about how they're doing, where they've been, etc.. On top of this, she gets very defensive of them when you insult or threaten them. On some occasions, she's resorted to violence. Ludovica cares very much about her children, and would gladly offer her life in stead of theirs.
To anyone on the outside, Ludovica is an optimist--she appears to be friendly, kind, and sincere. But on the inside, she's always expecting the worst. She hates everything aside from her children. She wants everyone else to die terribly, and she wants to watch in glee as they breathe their last breath. She's sadistic, bitter, and tired of everything. Humans are disgusting, everyone in her family aside from her children are disgusting, everything is absolutely and utterly disgusting.
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Family Relations: Daughter of Alfonso and Maria; Mother of Malin, Ingris, and Shoe; Half-sister of Xenos, Niven, and Malin; Cousin of Kayin; Temporary partner of Alfonso, Xenos and Kayin.
Ludovica was born a while after Life was sealed.
And the moment she was born, she hated everything.
Her strongest desire was to watch everything die, scream, and flail helplessly. It was the only fitting end for a world that was so disgusting. She spent most of her time watching things die and collecting their souls, only so that she could torture them. She found joy in watching bears rip a child to shreds and alligators biting off one's limb, so she was quite satisfied with her domain being death by wildlife.
At a young age, her father came onto her and... details omitted, she ended up giving birth to Malin. When she held him in her hands, something sparked in her that she'd never felt before. She felt an impossible amount of love swirl in her chest, and in that moment she knew what "love" was and why life was so cherished. She vowed to protect Malin with her life, to shelter him, to make sure he turned out the best he could be.
It was the same for her other two kids as well. When she and Kayin gave birth to Shoe, she felt that love again. She felt the need to love and protect and nurture. And when she ended up having Ingris with Xenos, she felt it again. The feeling never went away, either--she loved the three of them. She would do anything for them.
So, when Xenos sealed Shoe inside of a wolf, one could imagine how furious she was. She was stuck between two things--that Xenos had the nerve to seal her daughter away, and that Ludovica couldn't confront Xenos about it in fear of being sealed herself. More than anything, she wanted to unseal Shoe, but she knew one wrong step would get Ludovica sealed as well.
Seething, Ludovica flew into a rage--she destroyed all in her path, screaming curse words into the sky as one of the only things she loved had been taken from her. She began plotting to unseal Shoe, though unsure of how to do it and afraid to face Xenos to demand Shoe's unseal-ment. Now, she wanders about, killing, collecting souls, and looking desperately for a way to bring her daughter back to normal.
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